So where did your blog name come from?

I'm glad you asked. It's actually a funny story...I guess or maybe you had to be there.

During my last year of college, I shared an apartment off-campus with 3 other girls (and their boyfriends at times). The apartment was half of a two story house. 2 two girls had rooms upstairs. Me and the other had rooms downstairs. It was an old house with lots of rattles and squeaks. We always laughed and said that the place was haunted, especially when we would hear the couple next door "getting it on" (walls were thin to say the least).

One night we were all (all being the four of us girls and two of the boyfriends) studying in one of the rooms upstairs when we heard a noise downstairs. It sounded like someone walking around and moving chairs in the kitchen. Then there was a sound that was something like someone saying something we couldn't understand.

Now you have to understand, this was about 2 a.m. and we had been studying for almost six hours...non-stop. We all looked from one to another and were saying "Did you hear that?", "What was that?", "Did you lock the door?". The two males got up, macho men that they were, and headed down the stairs to take care of whatever was down there...mortal or not. A few minutes later they came back up, shaking there heads, and saying that there was nothing to be found. No human or ectoplasm in sight. I turned to the other girls and boldly stated "It must have been a fig newton of our imagration." We all just look at each other and started laughing, uncontrollably. We decided it was time to quit studying and go to Murrays (another story for another time).


So, that's how my catch phrase was created....not with alcohol...just brain drain from studying to much. "A fig newton of my imagration" is a fig newton of my imagration.